Reflecting
I used to think having a pussy instead of a dick would be simpler visually. On the outside, it’s just a gash, a little slit that hides the opening my vagina but it’s more than that.
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Not What We Agreed On
“Well, what do you think?”
Sunbathing
James thought he lucked out at the body swap clinic while he was sunbathing completely nude in his backyard. It has been one week since the swap and he was now sure that this permanent swap worked him a favor. He thought he would miss his male body and male strength but He loved his average size boobs on his petite body. He hasn’t been bored of looking between his legs to see the gap punctuated by a slit instead of his manhood. He also loved his slim feminine legs. Sure, he isn’t even half as strong as before but he felt divine possessing this genetic female body which was born female. He felt blessed to have the venus mound. It’s a proof of his new womanhood.
Feminine glory
“How do I look?” I asked my girlfriend after getting my body swapped at the body swap clinic. Normally, male to female swappers do not have a lot of choices when it comes to trading lives. Attractive women rarely want to trade away their bodies and their lives. I was in luck that Jenny agreed to swap bodies with me.
Winning the bet
I swapped my body with a girl from my gym after we argued about who has it more easier to get fit. She didn’t take my comments about girls only having to keep their weight off to look good. I told her that men has to lift incredible amounts of weight and eat a lot to gain muscles in order to appear attractive to the opposite sex. She totally disagreed about my comments saying “Why don’t you try being a girl for a month to see who has it easier? Let’s make a bet. You try being me for 30 days and I’ll be you. If I lose, I’ll sleep with you.”.
Holding in
I really like my new female body and life as a woman after the mutual body swap process but I also wish that I’m still a guy sometimes. As amazing as my multiple orgasms are, having the female plumbing between my legs is so inconvenient sometimes. Whenever I’m desperate to tinkle, it’s harder to hold myself in because female bladders are smaller and to make it worse, the urethra is even shorter. I always have to cross my legs together so tight to prevent wetting myself. Guys have it so easy on that department. I am sure the person who received my male body is having a field day peeing standing up wherever she wants. Ironic, I know but I envy her in a time like this because I have to sit now and wait in long lines.